Monthly Archives: November 2011
My friend Hannah at St. Martin’s writes: ‘Well it’s taken a little while to retrieve the book from Australia, but I’ve finally gotten my hands on one precious copy of the international edition of CRASHERS. I’ll send it on to Dana today. We were not so lucky as to get two copies — We couldn’t get more copies because it apparently sold like crazy in England, so that’s good, right??”
Okay, first: LOVE HER!
Second: the book sold “like crazy in England?” Holy @#$%&!
And Hannah, bless her heart, ends the e-mail with “…so that’s good, right?”
Aye, love. That’s good.
An Irish boy like me shouldn’t be too thrilled to do well in England but damn it, I am. My mom’s an Anglophile. She’ll be over the moon.
I’m doing long-distance radio interviews this month to support BREAKING POINT. These are sort of surreal.
Today, it’s 10 minutes on “The Buddy Poole Show” on WSAT-AM in Charlotte, North Carolina. WSAT is called an “adult contemporary soft” music station – and no, I don’t know what that means – as well as the voice of UNC Tar Heels football and basketball.
I’ll call the studio about 6:50 a.m. (Pacific Time, thank the gods…) to see what Buddy Poole has to say about my novel.
Any one up for a post-Thanksgiving, post-Black Friday bit of a laugh? I’ll be in the window of Murder By The Book, 3210 S.E. Hawthorne, from 11 a.m. to noon today, working on my next novel, which is due in January and which has the working title, “What Kind Of An Idiot Writes In a Retail Window?”
I mentioned it was a working title, right?
It’s all part of National Novel Writing Month, which is so nutty an idea, you know I didn’t make it up.
(By the way, I missed National Opera Writing Month, but I did try to get you a card.)
Up next for MBTB’s window? The prolific Bill Cameron, author of “County Line,” “Day One” and “Chasing Smoke”. Unlike Bill, I shall be doing my hour in the window fully clothed.
I have had speaking engagements almost every night for the last week or so. Katy King and I were debriefing last night (enter joke here) and agreed that the headiest moment, always, is when you prepare a joke, punch it out, and get the laugh.
Nothing … nothing … compares to that.
You set it up. You take a beat. You do a bit (hand gesture, eye roll…) and then you punch it.
And the audience laughs.
I’ve had the lyrics to Stephen Sondheim’s “Comedy Tonight” (from my idol, Larry Gelbart’s, brilliant “A Funny Thing Happened On the Way to the Forum”) running in my head for the last 12 hours:
Something familiar, something peculiar Something for everyone: a comedy tonight Something appealing, something appalling Something for everyone: a comedy tonight Nothing with kings, nothing with crowns Bring on the lovers, liars and clowns Old situations, new complications Nothing portentous or polite Tragedy tomorrow, comedy tonight Something convulsive, something repulsive Something for everyone: a comedy tonight Something aesthetic, something frenetic Something for everyone: a comedy tonight Nothing with gods, nothing with fate Weighty affairs will just have to wait Nothing that's formal, nothing that's normal No recitations to recite Open up the curtain, comedy Tonight Something familiar, something peculiar Something for everybody: comedy tonight Something that's gaudy, something that's bawdy Something for everybawdy: comedy tonight Nothing that's grim, nothing that's Greek She plays Medea later this week Stunning surprises, cunning disguises Hundreds of actors out of sight Pantaloons and tunics, courtesans and eunuchs Funerals and chases, baritones and basses Panderers, philanderers, cupidity, timidity Mistakes, fakes, rhymes, crimes Tumblers, grumblers, bumblers, fumblers No royal curse, no Trojan horse And a happy ending, of course Goodness and badness, manifest madness This time it all turns out all right Tragedy tomorrow, comedy tonight
The Portland Chapter of Sisters in Crime drew about 50 people last night, despite nasty weather, for a speaking engagement. What a great crowd! Also thanks to Murder By The Book for shlepping boxes of books through the rain.
That was a blast. Thank you, everyone!